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Yo - who guns and rock ice bigger than life;
Got bitches they drawers on stage - that ain't me!
I raise kids, push whips, an mc
Love money like I my moms
Love my nigga com sense when he bang dents all up in wallets
to wall bullshit I got hardwood floors
Set sail for tour ever since
So y'all are fuckin the same who used to be mine

And I've been waitin three summers to rhyme longside my
Rico, de la, inject you the lethal
Dose of hop-hippin if you thought catash was
Then put that drink down, you drunk off what you
Catash put the dip in dip dive
Fuck with me and next you'll find yo' crib burglarized

Yo you better and try to analyze this
Hand over fist - how can a man act a bitch?
Change and switch, snitch on his
Yo get rid of the before the same thing happen to you

And they'll leave your ass sticky glue
Blood leakin out, girls out, motherfuckin cops tweakin out
Got you on your knees a freak, jugglin deez nuts
Smugglin these from s.c., you best be-
-lieve no web or leave a net
We swallowed 40 bottles of threat, yo

all together

What you know about my (my writes)
What you about what's weak, what's tight?
And what you know about an off (uhh)
What you know about niggaz frontin for the
And you know about them gun fights? (gun fights)
Got a nigga while them girls show fright
you know about my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)

Yeah, yeah,
I'm samson without delilah, the survivor
The drunk driver that straight, take the whole cake
Chop it up with the family, wash it down alcohol
My telly's a eagle for all the fuckin shots I called
My niggaz ball, never settle for less
metal, heavy on yo' chest like two breasts
Step into my office cause it's time for you to somethin
One false move, and we gon' beat you like you somethin

Yo these style I should be called ? ? rap
Drawin the out the nigga after my prize, cause I want it
stomach what I throw, they know I'm right for they diet
They flow keeps the party real quiet (shhhhh)
The love I lost outweighs the rhymes I
But the that I spit 'em makes me cherish the name
So the mic so I can put in my share
I rip it home to l.a.
With connectin to rip it elsewhere

Drinkin up black & tan in the of a van
I learned as a man - long trip, piss in a can
Gettin a house for two grand, now you got your own
Let your mind expand, everyday have a
Ro-gram is rare earth, black tarzan
You got to live with the dealt in yo' hand
Stay young like peter pan, like sly, a stand
And go uptown saturday night ichiban

I keep it dirty under the bed (dirty)
Dirty like red; aiyyo, (? ? ) (? ? )
Dirty brown likwit flow thicker the yoo-hoo
Dirt you dishin out, tellin it all
Face in the dirt, doin my dirty work
Expert, tryin to regulate my
jerk, spice it with rice, stick with it
If they ask who cut the grits i'ma say did it

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And I've been to get it on, past the break of the dawn
Tash'll punch you in your and leave "potholes in yo' lawn"
(c'mon!) you makin diss songs? that rhyme my way
I can y'all niggaz down like the y-2-k
I did a tour in ninety-four with de la and tribe
We on the same vibe, cause real coincide
("right-right-right..") the is drastic
But see songs like these is why this album goin

This is for the dj, it back one time
I drop bombs like when my moms told me to
I'm - old school my dad is
So add this, to your collect', won - who the baddest?

Aiyyo we theme park status, upstage these niggaz gladys
Them little pips, they done the wire
Blamin they legs, while I'm claimin tunes
In this we'll stay down like seats found in sorority

Yeah - we flat out classic, seperate the real from the
And I gotta say no
Play no games, hit the switches, crack the
Show no shame or it all up, take the blame
name fresh out the box type hustle
Manpower is mind over muscle
til the wheels fall off, accept the loss
I never been soft, whatever the cost, addicted to
Nailed to the cross it's to return
My only is makin sure that hollywood burn,
Hollywood burn, burn to the ground, niggaz
Is all up in the game and deserve to be down

Four bottle rap, twist the cap and kick
De la, xzibit and tha came to get that
And you know about us droppin ya
And leavin you with half a face like the phantom of the

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Ah what you know my writes? (my writes)
Ah what you know about my (my writes)

You got the right to shut the up! {*laughing*}